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#Eijiro Kirishima x male reader
ava3vav · 8 months
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Taste of accomplishment
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Alright, this was in my quotev account, enjoy!(For those who want a one shot, not a story.)TW: tears (of joy)
Kirishima stepped out the car door. He was in awe of the beautiful the restaurant looked. He looked at the contrast of the restaurant's lights and the architecture. He was eager to go in, since you wouldn't let him in until your whole dream was complete. As he stood there, looking on, he remembered how the two of you met. After standing there for a while, he entered in.
If he wasn't impressed before, he certainly was now! The inside was filled with movement; waiters serving, sommeliers pouring, musicians playing, and diners dining. He didn't know what to look at first, the atmosphere was just so, . . . inviting. He awkwardly made his way to the maitre'd, all while adjusting his red bow tie.
The maitre d looked up from the podium and smiled. "Hello sir, do you have a reservation with us?" Kirishima answered back with, "Yes ma'am, under the name Eijiro Kirishima?" The woman's smile grew. "Ahh, Yes! You are on the VIP section. Follow me." Kirishima blinked and hurried after the woman."Excuse me ma'am? I didn't think that I reserved a spot in the VIP section."
She turned to look at him. "Chef (L/N) decided to surprise you tonight sir. He told us that this was a surprise to you, his husband." Kirishima looked at her with a surprised and mouth slightly agape stare, but then nodded for her to continue. "The food you see on the menu is not on the current menu, it will be added soon. In this section, you will have a personal sommelier that will come if you desire." Kirishima nodded a thanks, and took his place on the table. After the maitre'd left, he was approached by a waiter. "Good evening sir, it will be my pleasure to serve you. Chef (L/N) would like to welcome you with bacon wrapped dates stuffed with goat cheese." Kirishima looked at what the waiter presented him with, and was already drooling of the smell. "Here is our menu, we will be back in a few minutes to write down your order. Feel free to call us if you know what you want to order."
Kirishima looked at the menu to see what interested him. He finally settled for an amuse bouche to start off with. "Very well sir, we will have that for you in a moment. Feel free to decide what you want for the main course while you wait." "Yes sir, thank you. Send my compliments to the chef." Kirishima nodded in acknowledgment as the waiter left.
"Alright, everyone, V.I.P. table 3 wants ginger shrimp bites as his first course. Chef, he compliments you on your food." You looked over. "Is V.I.P. table 3 the one with Pro-hero Red Riot?" "Yes chef." You clapped your hands, earning the attention of everyone. "Everyone, I will be making V.I.P. table 3's food. If there are no incoming orders, I will help with other tables. I will make Red Riot's food personally. Y'all think you can handle it?" "Yes Chef!"
You went on to your part of the kitchen looking over what Kirishima wanted. You looked over at the recipe, and started to go to work. You made sure that every slice, coat, garnish, and placement was perfect, so that you could make sure that your husband ate great tonight. Before you knew it, all five spoons were done and ready to go. "V.I.P. table 3 is ready!" you said, dinging the bell as you finished.
Back at Kirishima, he finished up the dates, ready for his next course. As his plate was set in front of him, he eagerly took a spoon and had a taste. The taste of the amuse bouche was like a breath of fresh air, he was stunned! He didn't know what to expect, but this was a whole new level of dining he had experienced! He started to wonder what other items you had on the menu, but then something caught his eye.
"Sir?" he said, beckoning to the waiter. The waiter swiftly came over. "How may I be of assistance sir?" Kirishima pointed at the menu. "May I have the Gyudon as the main course?" "Certainly sir, I will have it right out for you."
"Chef (L/N), V.I.P. table 3 has asked the Gyudon." You paused where you were. A flashback of memories came to you, and all of them were good ones. "Chef?" You blinked, and cleared your throat. How long were you standing still? "Y-yes thank you. I will prepare the Gyudon."
You went into your section, and started to prepare the ingredients.
You and Kirishima settled most of the boxes in your house, content of the day's work. You offered to make dinner since he did most of the unpacking plus all of the hero work. As you finished preparing Gyudon, you went to wake up your sleeping husband.
"Hey baby, wake up." You saw your husband wrap himself tighter in the sheets. He groaned out, "Five more minutes please. You rolled his eyes and smiled at his antics. "Food is ready." You laughed from behind the door as he quickly got up to dress himself. You went back to the dining room, finishing setting up the table. As you looked up from the chair, you saw him walk-run into the room with a smile. "Hey baby." "Hello (y/n)! This smells so good, what is it?" You cleared your throat and replied that it was Gyudon. You lightly held your breath in anticipation to see his reaction. When he ate the first bite, his eyes lit up.
"This is so good Chef! You really need to have this on the menu!" You laughed. "Glad you like it. I've been working on what to put on it." Kirishima smiled brightly. "You definitely need to have this." You laughed, and sat in silence, eating your food. After a while, you just stared at Kirishima, not doing anything in particular. "Everything alright hon?" He said with a worried tone. "Yes, I'm just admiring my strong beautiful husband." Kirishima blushed and said, "Thanks babes! You know, I couldn't have been a hero without you."
You said, "You still could, you would be the greatest in my eyes." Kirishima shook his head as he set his plate down. "I couldn't. You always know how to make me happy, and I am so glad that we can start this new way of life, just for us. I love you (Y/N), and I don't want you to forget that." You teared up at his loving words, and said, "Thank you Eiji. I love you too."
"-hef?"
"Chef?"
"CHEF!"
You blinked. You turned to one of your assistants. "Yes?" "Is everything alright? You have been sniffling for a few minutes now. Me and the others are getting worried, everything alright?" Have you been crying? You looked at your attire, and saw that there were indeed a few drops wrinkling your shirt. In the process, you also noticed that the food was ready. How much time has passed? Not dwelling on it, you cleared your throat and said, "Yes, it's just some nostalgia. Don't worry, I should get this ready."
As a waiter came over to collect the plate, you stopped him. "I'll bring it out. Don't worry, I have a connection to him." The waiter nodded. "Yes chef."
You picked up your plate, and went to where Kirishima was sitting at his table alone. When he looked up at you, he smiled. "Why hello sir, is there any reason why the chef is coming out?" he said jokingly. "Well, I saw  your strong self from the kitchen door window, and I wanted to give you my personal thanks for saving and protecting us." You said, playing along. This apparently broke Kirishima, because he burst out in laughter. "Okay (Y/N), you win. Now, how does this taste?" You replied humorously, "I'll say exquisite, but you're the diner."
"I'll give it a taste then." Kirishima picked up the chopsticks and eagerly took a bite. His eyes went from squinting, wondering, surprise, and then happy. When he finished, he looked at you with a few tears forming. "I-is this the same recipe you cooked when we first moved into our place?" You nodded. He cleared his throat and wiped his eyes. "I could tell. You haven't changed the recipe." You smiled and explained, "well, I wanted a bit of our past in our food, so there you go."
"You managed to do it. It's great to see what you did with this place." You sighed contently, "Yeah, I saw it, and immediately knew what it should look like. Glad It turned out like this." Kirishima leaned back into the chair. "Yeah, glad you let me in for the first time. You were a stone wall that I couldn't break." He said lightly chuckling. You rolled your eyes. "Well, I had to make sure everything was perfect!" "Anything is perfect as long as you make it baby." Kirishima answered. You blushed at this, and mumbled out a thank you. Kirishima smirked, glad that he won this round.
After conversing for some time, you glanced at the clock, making you feel the emotion of surprised seeing that a lot of time has gone by. "Wow, listen Eiji, I love that you liked the food, but duty calls. The rest of the diners ain't gonna feed themselves." You joked out, standing up to leave. Kirishima turned at the clock. "Woah! Yeah, sorry to keep you waiting. I'll be heading home. Thanks for the meal babe!" You smiled back. "Anytime"
Kirishima opened the car door, turning one final time to see the restaurant. He smiled, glad that his husband finished his dream, and went home. "So chef? How did everything go?" One of the sous chefs asked. You grinned. "It went very well."
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confusedblakex · 10 months
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Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima X Deaf Reader (GN)
Summary: Kirishima always wondered why he had no words on his wrist, but when he meets you it all makes sense
AU: Soulmate AU - Soulmates have tattoos of the first words their soulmates say to them
Wordcount: ~1430
Warnings: Self consciousness (inferiority complex)
Requested by: Me stressing about finals
Notes: As a hearing person, please let me know if I offend anyone with the way I've written the reader (or if you have any constructive criticism)
Last edited: 24th May 2023
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Kirishima was self-conscious about many things. His looks, his personality, his quirk. And the fact that he had no soulmate.
The first words a person’s soulmate said to them would be written as a tattoo-like mark on the inside of their wrist. Everyone found their soulmate at some point in their life, whether intentionally or not, they would end up as friends or lovers or something in between.
Not everyone wanted to find their soulmate, but having no soulmate at all was even rarer than being quirkless. And on Kirishima’s wrist, there was nothing.
His love of sweatbands and nice watches wasn’t because of their usefulness and functionality, but because it meant he never had any questions about his soulmark. Though that didn’t mean he completely avoided the subject, and he always felt a sting in his heart whenever his friends brought it up.
But UA would be different - he told himself - at UA, he wouldn’t fear judgement because of it. And so for his first day of hero school, he didn’t cover his wrist, the empty space looking so abnormal to him.
Yet on the first day, quite a few people found their soulmates. He may have felt his heart ache, but reminded himself of the new person he was. He wouldn’t let this get him down. So when the topic of soulmates was brought up, he didn’t shy away - though he was nervous - and told his class about his lack of soulmark. No one made a fuss, and no one made him feel bad. Bakugo even called him lucky for not having destiny be the one to decide his partner.
So manly.
And though he still wished he had a soulmate, he didn’t let himself feel upset that he didn’t have a soulmark. Well, that was until he met you.
You were a transfer student who joined midyear, and apparently you knew Uraraka since she greeted you with a hug the moment she saw you. And then once Aizawa walked in,  you introduced yourself to the class.
Notebook in hand, you took a deep breath and stood in front of the class. Kirishima watched as you flipped open the first page of the notebook and gasps and whispers filled the room.
“Hello, my name is (y/n), and I’m deaf” 
And you flipped the page again.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all”
You were nervous, he could tell you were nervous, but you smiled through it regardless. You were shown to your seat by Aizawa, and the moment he tried to go back to sleep the class erupted into chatter. Uraraka ran over to you and started making quick hand movements to you, which Kirishima realised was sign language.
The rest of the class followed suit, all rushing over trying to talk to you and asking Uraraka to translate. You took out your notebook with some pre-written answers for common questions. Things like:
“I do have hearing aids, but that doesn’t mean I can hear fully”
“If you want to talk to me, please make sure I’m able to see your face so I can better understand what you’re saying”
Once the fuss all died down, Uraraka ended up convincing you and a bunch of others to start a club to teach people sign language so you could communicate with them more easily. Which was then followed by Bakugo, of all people, going up to you and challenging you (and probably also insulting your quirk) in fluent sign language.
But Kirishima never took his eyes off you. You were gorgeous. The way you interacted with the class as they asked you questions, and how cute you were when you were focusing on listening to someone. Your smile and the positive aura you had.
He had fallen hard.
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He walked up to you one day with the intention of asking about joining the sign language club, but he couldn’t seem to think clearly. He had never spoken to you before, so once he had your attention his mind blanked.
Instead he said the first thing that popped into his brain.
“Hey, I uh… just wanted to say I think you’re really pretty…”
Your eyes went wide as your wrist started to tingle and then gently burn. It only lasted a moment, but you knew exactly what it meant. You pulled your sleeve down just enough to see the words glowing, and then turned to furiously sign to Uraraka, who was already understanding what was going on.
“Oh my gosh, (y/n)’s your soulmate!” She exclaimed, probably a little louder than she intended as you winced at the noise.
“What?” Kiri asked, not because he didn’t figure it out, but because it simply wasn’t possible. And yet it made so much sense.
The silence that followed rang loud, and yet your bright smile made everything alright. Kiri couldn’t help but pull you into a gentle hug, one that you quickly reciprocated.
From that moment on, Kirishima felt complete, felt as though his heart was whole. As though all those years spent feeling insecure about his lack of soulmark, and all those nights he spent wishing he’d have a soulmate were nothing.
And your friendship quickly became something more. Kiri didn’t want to feel like he was pushing you into a relationship, but it just felt so natural. His love for you was unlike anything he had ever felt, and it only grew greater each day.
Kirishima wanted to confess his feelings for you, but he wasn’t sure how. Not once had to two of you spoken about your feelings regarding the realtionship, and he wanted it to be special. 
He finally convinced Bakugo to teach him sign language - even though Bkakugo wouldn’t tell Kiri why he knew it - and planned the perfect way to tell you. On his birthday.
Unbeknownst to him, you wanted to do something special too. With the help of Uraraka, Momo and Jiro, you all came up with a plan. The three of them were the best friends you could ask for and were so supportive of your feelings for Kirishima. Together, they helped you learn over the months, and for Kiri’s birthday you were going to tell him you loved him. With words.
It wasn’t as though you couldn’t speak, you could, you were just so self-conscious about how you sounded - and of course it wasn’t easy. But it was something you were willing to do for Eijiro. He was so uplifting to be around, and encouraged you endlessly. For years you were worried that your soulmate wouldn’t be interested in you romantically because of your disability, but Kiri didn’t care. He loved you regardless, and you couldn’t be happier.
But when the day finally rolled around, you suddenly didn’t trust yourself. What if you sounded weird? What if he didn’t like your voice? You knew it was just your thoughts bringing you down, but they were so difficult to ignore.
A tap on your shoulder brought you back from your thoughts, and your turned to face Bakugo and Kirishima. You smiled at Kiri, but Bakugo had something to say.
“Stupid hair had something important to say, so you better pay attention” he signed, “I’ll kill you if you don’t treat him well”
His face softened, and he patted you on the back before leaving, which took you off guard. It leaft you and Kiri alone together, but you were still confused.
He looked nervous, but before you could ask any questions, he bagan signing.
“It’s my birthday today, and I wanted to do something special”
“And I really don’t want to come off as weird, but it’s not manly for me to keep my feelings hidden from you”
He signed to you fluently and confidently, making a few mistakes here and there, but you could tell he was really trying. And it was wonderful.
“I love you (y/n)”
This was not how you expected it to go, but it was perfect nonetheless. He confessed to you! It was practically the perefct setup.
“I love you to-o, Kiri-shima” You said, making sure you carefully sounded out the words so you didn’t say anything wrong.
Kiri didn’t even have time to process that you just spoke. You loved him too!
“Really?! Ow-” He felt his wrist burn, and he hadn’t even noticed until it hurt. He tugged his sleeve down to see what had happened, but paused when he saw there was no wound. Instead, his wrist was glowing with words appearing on his skin.
‘I love you too, Kirishima’
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enbyenvy666 · 2 months
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personal pornstar Part 1/?
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Being a hero can be overwhelming at times. Stressful and demanding, rarely having a break long enough to practise some self care. All to help and benefit our community. So why not get something back from the community? Hire your companion today! --------
Falling on hard times led you to signing up to become a 'companion' for Pro Heroes, hoping to make a quick buck, but instead you became the 3rd part of a famous hero couple who show you love in ways you never expected.
established!kiribaku x masc!reader eventual smut (will be a cismale version and a transmale version) word count - 1.7k
CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ themes, eating food, swearing, sex work? except there isn't any sex yet, reader is broke, reader is implied to have piercings, google translate french, no beta (if i've missed anything please let me know)
You had seen the adverts. A website in which Pro Heroes can order ‘companions’ to help them de-stress. You weren’t a pro, no, quite the opposite actually. The ads were definitely targeted, you were seeing them because you were broke and in need of some cash in order to live. There were nights where you really considered joining while eating from a cup of ramen noodles as your third meal that day, for the fourth day in a row.
But when you did peruse the website out of curiosity, it didn’t specify what the companions would be hired for. It didn’t say it was sexual, but it didn’t deny it either. It seemed almost like a sugar baby/sugar parent type situation, where you would be financially compensated for ‘favours’. Some heroes were well off financially which was very appealing, but there were also some lesser known heroes who could be into some really freaky shit with not a lot of compensation for it.
After getting your electricity bill, you bit the bullet and signed up. You had to sign an NDA when creating your account, which you felt was a little over the top but your empty bank account was enough motivation to continue. Uploading a couple of more recent pictures, including a couple spicier ones from times you were really feeling yourself, and writing a small bio trying to hype yourself up, you eagerly waited for some kind of response. But eventually you forgot about it, focusing on your minimum wage job instead.
Until you checked your phone during your lunch break and found that you had received a message from ‘Rouge_ Émeute’. While the message contained simple instructions, it was written nicely with ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s sprinkled throughout. They wanted to meet you at a private restaurant, a restaurant you recognised to be a safe haven for Heroes to dine at without flashing cameras in their faces.
It was also an expensive restaurant, which made you feel giddy about one of the more popular heroes wanting to meet you. Putting on your best button up and slacks, you were nervous when you arrived at the restaurant. You were told to tell the hostess you were here for ‘R and D’, which you felt silly saying until the hostess gave you a bright smile, gesturing for you to follow as she weaved through the restaurant.
You passed so many famous faces as you almost had to jog to catch up with the hostess. You saw Fat Gum, Uwabami, Selkie. You’re pretty sure you even saw Red Riot and Dynamight! Wait… why is the hostess leading you straight to their table?
Hold on a second…
Oh shit.
The hostess happily gestured to the booth seat, across from the two heroes, placing a couple menus down on the table before quickly walking away. You couldn’t believe it. The number two hero and his husband, hired you, to be their companion for the evening. Red Riot had a bright grin on his face, showing off his famous pointy teeth, while Dynamight sat beside him with a scowl, arms crossed over his chest.
It was strange seeing them out of their hero costumes, Riot in a button down and maroon blazer, complementing his red hair which wasn’t spiked up in its usual style, but instead softly falling down his shoulders. Dynamight was wearing a white polo, short sleeves showing off his bulging biceps muscles, which you could see ripple with any minor movement. You scooted across the seat as you sat down, both sets of their red eyes watching you. Like an ant under a magnifying glass, you felt like you were about to burst into flames at any moment. Riot finally spoke, breaking the tension. “Punk_boi right?”
Ah yes, your username for the website. You had completely forgotten to tell them your real name, or at least whichever one of the pair you were corresponding with.
“It’s (y/n),” you responded meekly, trying to force a smile that made you look comfortable, but missing the mark.
“(y/n)… it suits you,” Riot smiled sweetly, placing his elbow on the table to rest his chin in his palm. You felt your cheeks grow warm, averting your gaze down to your lap where your fingers fiddled nervously under the table. You whispered out an appreciated thanks, shoulders tense. Dynamight kept his hard gaze on you, ruby eyes flicking over your nervous form, sitting shyly across from him. Noticing his staring, you took a deep breath, gaining the courage to talk.
“I’m so sorry, I guess I’m a little star struck, I didn’t think the number 2 hero would be interested in me,” you admitted with a nervous chuckle. Dynamight finally uncrossed his arms from his chest, instead digging his elbows into the table as he leaned closer to you.
“Yeah well, I am.” His regular volume just seemed to be slightly louder, causing a couple of glances from other tables. “What are you in this for?”
His question caught you off guard. You had heard that he was abrasive and straightforward but he still surprised you.
“I’m uh… pretty broke right now,” you admitted, eyes darting across the heroes’ faces to gauge any type of reaction, and when you didn’t see one, you decided to use this as an opportunity to turn up the charm.
“And because I want to thank the heroes that keep me safe,” you added in a sultry tone, reaching across the table to squeeze Dynamight’s hand. It was a lie though, you lived in an area with very limited patrols so there was more crime, but at least the rent was cheap because of it.
“There’s no need to thank us,” Riot said, laying his hand over yours, his large palm and fingers quickly engulfing your hand and almost covering Dynamight’s as well. You felt your blood run cold for a moment, before your face grew warm. You had assumed that you were hired just for Dynamight, maybe for some kind of cuckoldry thing but now it dawned on you. They both wanted you. “Please, order anything you like.”
The menu was the perfect barrier to cover your face as your situation started to dawn on you. Both of these men were nearly double your size, especially Red Riot, who was a mountain of a man. You weren’t sure if you could… take them both at once, let alone just Riot. Deciding to just get a pasta dish, you fiddled with your collar as you tried to steel your nerves. With your fingers threaded together, you placed them on the table to hopefully avoid anymore fidgeting to betray your calm facade.
“This is my first time doing this,” you admitted, feeling a slight weight lift from your shoulders. Dynamight’s lips turned upwards into a smirk as he huffed a short laugh.
“We could tell,” he teased. Riot chuckled as well, covering your hand with his again, his fingers soothingly stroking your wrist, fingertips just sneaking under your sleeve. Feeling the warmth in your face spread down your neck, you sheepishly turned your attention to your lap again.
“Don’t worry, it’s our first time too,” he assured.
“Wouldn’t you want someone with more experience?”
“Nah,” the blonde reached over, forefinger hooking under your chin with his thumb holding it in place as he tilted your head upward, forcing you to look at him. “We liked you too much.”
Thank god you didn’t have some kind of fire or heat quirk because you could’ve melted at that moment. Throughout the dinner, the two heroes would give you teasing touches and flirty comments, and as much as you wanted to reciprocate, they made you too flustered. By the time dinner had ended and they led you outside, the butterflies in your stomach feeling more and more like anxiety. You were about to have sex with not one stranger, but two, who were both Pro Heroes as well!
The cold night air cooled your hot face, but Dynamight’s hand on your lower back made the temperature of your cheeks a fierce competition. Riot stood in front of you to protect you from the cold breeze while requesting your phone. Hesitant, you gave him the device, watching him type away before handing it back to you.
He had created two new contacts, ‘Eijiro Kirishima’ and ‘Katsuki Bakugo’, and put them both in a group chat. Kirishima leaned down to your ear, feeling his lips brush against the metal jewellery that pierced the cartilage as he whispered, “Text us when you get home safe.”
Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to respond, brain short-circuiting when the scent of his fancy cologne filled your nostrils. Bakugo reached into his pocket, moving in closer to your other side, lips brushing against your other ear as he handed you something discreetly. “For the cab.”
Glancing down at your palm you saw a hundred dollar bill. Gawking at it, your eyes practically bulged out of your skull. “I-I-I thought-“
The two men chuckled, Bakugo sounding a little more raspy. His hand rubbed up and down your back, pressing his surprisingly soft lips to your cheek in a kiss that almost made your knees buckle.
“Not yet, sweetheart, but maybe if you’d like to see us again,” Kirishima whispered before kissing your other cheek, turning away to flag down a taxi. As soon as one pulled up, the red head opened the door for you, and Bakugo’s hand never leaving your back until you climbed into the yellow car. With quick goodbyes, you watched them walk away hand in hand.
The cab ride was short, leaving you with plenty of change which you felt guilty for keeping. Once you got inside your apartment, your anxiety washed away and was replaced with exhaustion. The rollercoaster of emotions from dinner, and from work early that day left you extremely drained. Stripping from your clothes and crawling into bed, you remembered to text the two heroes you were home safe just before drifting off. --------
A/N - ahhhhhh first time posting! please let me know if there's any mistakes or ways i can improve! likes and reposts appreciated <3
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Hello! I hope your day/night is great!! Can I request for kiribaku with a male reader who they found crying in the bathroom because of stress, it was the first time they saw the reader cry because the reader is the type of person who say to others "I'm fine, nothings wrong" when they're actually not fine Take your time btw! <3
Hey! I know I've got a different ask to work on as well but this one just spoke to me today, and I've never been good at doing things in order haha!
Be warned of strong language (Katsuki's a potty mouth) and implied blood, nothing too serious though.
Let me know what you think!
Dynamight and Red Riot were a sight to behold, stampeding through the city as fast as their legs could carry them, away from the scene now under control.
A villain with an incredibly volatile quirk lost their cool in the middle of a busy shopping mall, he would've brought down the whole building if it wasn't for you.
Dynamight and Red Riot had been doing damage control outside the building, trying to get the hundreds of people to safety, they had no idea what you were dealing with inside.
The villain took a hostage, a little girl. You'd been fighting for her life for the past four hours, and though you'd won, you'd had to use more force than you would have wanted too.
That villain is barely clinging to life, the child now safe with the paramedics looking for her parents, but you, you were nowhere to be found.
It was a gruelling hour, waiting to hear from you, until Red Riot got a call from your secretary at the agency building,
You'd stormed in half an hour ago, and hadn't come out of the bathroom.
Your partners burst into the front door of the agency, checking every bathroom they passed before finding the one on the third floor, locked.
"Oi! Get this damn door open or I'll blast outta the damn wall!"
"Bakugo, chill." Kirishima placated, fighting to catch his breath after the all-out sprint to your side. "He doesn't need you yelling at him right now."
Bakugo forced himself to take a deep breath, forced himself to reign in the fear of whatever could be wrong with you. Images of you sitting at the edge of the sink, trying to stitch up your own wounds flashed through his mind. You'd done it before, and had the gall to smile sheepishly at him the whole time.
Kirishima stepped up to the door, placing a gentle hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Please let us in, baby. We just wanna make sure you're okay. You know he'll do it."
It would not be the first time Katsuki caused property damage for his boyfriends.
Eijirou tenses as he heard footsteps on the other side of the door, the boots you wore for work were sturdy, it amazed him how you could tread so softly in them.
The door eased open, but you remained out of sight until they both stepped through the door, and you slammed it shut and locked it again.
Katsuki audibly gasped at the sight of you, covered in dust and soot, thankfully no blood, but...
Streaks of tears cleaved paths through the dirt caked on your cheeks, your eyes, bloodshot and glassy, continued to pour crystalline tears, sticking to your eyelashes.
For a beat, your boyfriends are frozen. Years, years they've known you, through UA, into the pro-Hero world.
Never, never have you shed a single tear.
Or at least, not in front of them.
"Oh...oh baby." Eijirou is immediately in comfort mode, but he doesn't quite know which approach to take with you. Did you want space, to talk about it?
To your surprise, it's Katsuki who steps up with no hesitation and yanks you into his arms, gauntlets clattering to the floor as he threw his arms around you in a bone crushing hug.
You whined, buried your face in your neck, clinging to the material of his costume. His grip was tight, almost too tight, and exactly what you needed, grounding you in reality, in him, from where you'd been drifting in your worst regrets.
"You did good." He whispered softly, nuzzling into your hair. "You did so good, hero."
You stopped holding back the tremors, and Eijiro was soon at your back, enveloping you both in his big arms, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and whispering sweet nothings to you until the shaking stopped.
You lifted your head, coming face to face with Katsuki's blazing crimson eyes. He tutted at you, painfully gentle as his thumb wiped the tear tracks off your cheek.
"Tch, asshole, even when you're cryin' you're the prettiest son-of-a-bitch I've ever seen."
"Katsuki!" Eijiro chuckled even as he scolded your explosive boyfriend.
"What?" Katsuki huffed at Eijiro, cradling the back of your head and pressing a kiss to your other cheek. "I'm not wrong, see!"
Katsuki spun you around to face your other boyfriend, and you could already feel yourself smiling at their antics. Katsuki has a way of making the worst situation feel...no so bad.
He's obnoxious, but, consistent.
Eijiro, sweet, big teddy bear Eijiro, leaned down to press kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, until he'd kissed away anything remotely resembling tears. "Yup, still handsome."
By now, you can't hold back a smile, and you wouldn't want to anyway. "Thank you."
"What're you thankin' us for? You did the ass kicking!" Katsuki announced proudly, wrapping both arms around you to rest his head on your shoulder. "Seriously, babe, you did good."
You took a deep breath, let yourself lean into him. Eijiro smoothed your hair down, cradling one of your hands to his lips to kiss your bruised knuckles.
It'd take some convincing to get you to let go of the guilt, you held yourself to impossible standards, your boyfriend's know that about you.
Luckily, you're dating the two most determined men on this Earth, determined to love you, tears and all, men who think no less of you whether you announce your feelings to the world, or tuck them away to yourself.
"Let's get you home, hero."
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gglitch1dd · 1 year
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Hey i love your work i just keep reading and reading i was wondering if you could do a kiribaku x male reader fantasy au. Anything would be fine i just love your work and i know it would be good.
Also make sure to take care of yourself that is important.
Hey there darling!!
Kiribaku x male reader, hm? I don't normally write for my masc audience either keeping reader genderneutral or fem because its more closer to me... but I'll try it just for you<3.
Note: Written with male reader intended but is pretty gender-neutral friendly. Mentions of blood.
It isn't normal that you would see your adventurous lovers come in without warning. Nor is it normal for them to be in such bad shape.
The Storm
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The deep, heavy and dark clouds had rolled in much quicker than you thought. The sound of rolling thunder and the smell of rain was in the air. Your eyebrows furrowed. It was going to be another long and possibly cold night.
You quickly made haste of putting all the wood you had cut into your cottage just outside the village. Your humble abode was close enough to the village to be considered part of it but also further enough to give you privacy.
You were a lumberjack, you cut wood. It was something you did for a living. You weren't the smartest corn in the crop, nor did you have much of a gift to become a knight for the royal family, so you were lumberjack. Your father was a lumberjack. His father before him was a lumberjack.
Call it a family trait.
Luckily when it was still winter not just two or three months ago, you had made sure that your house would block out all evidence of any snow or cold. Now you just hoped that your measures to keep away the snow would work for the rain.
You were outside now, covering the logs as best as you can. No one liked wet wood but by the looks of it, nothing would stop the rain rolling in and there was only so much space for you to put the logs in your home. You sighed as you stood back up straight with a frown on your face.
You dusted your hands and just as you were about to leave to go inside you heard a call. Well more like a whine. You paused and waited to make sure you were hearing it correctly. Once you had heard it again, you knew what it was.
Or who it was.
"Y/N..." You turned your head. Just at the edge of the clearing for your home you saw the redheaded dragon that you knew far too well. He looked much worse for where and much too weak for your liking. He released a whine as he carried an unconscious blond. He looked like he could barely stand, blood coming down his side. "H-help."
You rushed to his side, quickly catching him and holding him up barely before he could drop to the ground. "Eijiro..." You let out as you strained yourself trying to keep the redheaded dragon shifter upright. You carefully tried leading him forward as he kept his hold on Bakugou. "What happened?"
He coughed before hissing at the pain. He tried staying up on his feet as long as he could, letting you carry them forward. "Ambush at the southern mountain. Bandits. They were using dark... dark magic." He managed to tell you as you brought both men inside with you.
Kirishima handed you Bakugou before stumbling down onto his knees in exhaustion. You carried the blond over to your small bedroom. You carefully put him down on the sheets, taking off his cape. His face was scrunched up in pain even unconsciously. You frowned as you looked his body over. A nasty cut was on his side and judging by his wheezing, he also probably got hit in the chest badly. The bruises were a testament to that.
You covered him in his cape before moving back with a blanket for Kirishima. The tired dragon shifter had moved over closer to the fire that you had burning. You knew from past experience how dragon shifters needed heat. It was something they emitted themselves but they felt better when warm. He could heal much faster on his own if he was warmer.
Unfortunately you didn't have any active volcanoes near your residence so, you would have to stick with using a blanket and fire to keep him warm for now.
You bent down and threw the fur blanket over his large figure as he stayed curled up close to the fire, almost shivering despite the rain not having come yet. His internal flame being used to heal him and less to keep him warm. You got down on your knees, wrapping him in the blanket and brought some pillows around him.
He opened his eyes as he looked up at you tiredly. He gave you a weak smile. "S-sorry to barge in on you like this. W-we would h-have sent word sooner if we could."
You smiled gently down at the big red dragon shifter. You put a hand to his head, making a purr erupt from his chest as his eyes fluttered shut. He relaxed his head more at your touch. "It's okay, Eijiro. Just rest. You did a good job getting here. I'll look after Katsuki." You promised him. You placed a kiss to his head making a small smile appear to his lips.
You got up and returned back to your room. You took out your medicine box and quickly got to work. Stitching back up the barbarian and wrapping him in bandages. The peacefully sleeping blond was put in blankets as you tried to keep him warm too. He was a fireborne. A type of creature that looked like a man but had too much power to be that like a human.
Barbarian.
Firebornes had the power of the flames inside them that burned brightly inside them just like dragons but at a much smaller degree. Some were even lucky enough to materialize those flames into the world around them and use it to their advantage. Bakugou was one of those said lucky ones.
Being a fireborne, warmth would help him recover too. You would bring him closer to the fire but you wanted him to rest on the bed as much as he could before the stubborn blond would wake up and bring himself over there himself.
So as the storm rolled in, you busied yourself playing nurse and making sure that the two men you had grown fond of would be well. It was only once you had a bunch of futons and pillows on the ground near the fire, and dinner cooking, did you hear a groan from your bedroom.
You turned your head to see Bakugou clutching the doorframe with as much strength as he could manage on shaky legs. You quickly got up with a hiss. "Katsuki, you stubborn old masochistic goat." You scrutinized. You quickly got under one arm to hold him up. "You should be resting."
He looked up at you tiredly but a gentle smirk on his lips. "What? No kiss for one of your lovers?" He asked with an attempt at a grin. "Where's... where's my warm welcome Y/N?" He asked.
You rolled your eyes as you brought him to where Kirishima was, now curled up and sleeping on the futons, his wounds already having stopped bleeding and his breathing much more clear as he got warm by the fire underneath a blanket.
"Your warm welcome is me saving your ass from death." You shot at him as you carefully brought Bakugou down onto the futons.
He gritted his teeth in pain before relaxing back down near the redhead. He turned to look at Kirishima. He stretched out one hand to settle on the redhead's face. He pat Kirishima's face delicately in gratitude for his longest partners devotion, love and care towards him. He turned to look up at you.
You sighed as your shoulders lowered. You brought your own hand to Bakugou's face, brushing soft blond tufts away from his face. His eyes fluttering for a moment. "I'm... I'm just glad you're alright." You whispered.
"We were coming back, you know." Bakugou revealed to you. His crimson eyes, warm, with the flames like that near him showing in his eyes. "Eijiro thought it best we... we settle back down here... with you. And of course..." He turned his head to look over at the sleeping redheaded dragon shifter, who had moved closer to the both of you. "I couldn't say no to him."
Your shoulders relaxed in relief, hearing that they would stop putting themselves in danger and just stay near you. You smiled. "Yah well... the more times you stop trying to get yourselves killed the better." You tsked as you stood up, going back to the task of getting dinner ready.
Bakugou watched you with a smile. He turned his eyes back to the window. The dark atmosphere outside shielding any sight of anything else. The heavy sound of rain thundering outside as the rain beat against your cottage. They had made it to you before the storm had.
But even with the storm, it always felt warm and safe with you.
-Glitch1d
<Kiribaku masterlist>
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Poly Kiribaku x (m) reader?
𝔎𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔞𝔨𝔲 𝔵 𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰
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They express their love in very different ways.
Kirishima is more obvious about it.
Showers you in compliments, always holds your hand, and gives you small pecks whenever he can.
He thinks its important to express just how much he loves you.
He tries to do the same for Bakugou, but Bakugou can only handle so much affection before he's yelling at everyone.
So while Kiri definitely flirts with him, he's more subtle about it so Bakugou doesn't scream his head off.
Bakugou is less touchy-feely, no surprise there.
You and Kirishima had to learn how to translate his words to see what he was really trying to say.
A good example of this is when you three were getting ready to go to a party.
After you had gotten ready, you asked your boyfriends for some help with your tie.
"Woah..." Kirishima stared at you for awhile. "You look...great! Doesn't he, Katsuki?"
"Yeah yeah."
Kirishima frowned, "Compliment him properly."
"SHUT UP! HE DOESN'T NEED MY CONFIRMATION TO KNOW THAT HE LOOKS GOOD, HE SHOULD KNOW THAT ALREADY."
To anyone else, it seems like Bakugou is being a sucky boyfriend, but you and Kirishima knew how to read inbetween the lines.
What he really meant is "Of course I think he looks good, but he doesn't need my validation to feel confident in himself."
It's his way of pushing you to love yourself more. He doesn't want you to be dependent on him or Eijiro.
If you're ever sad, Kirishima holds you while Bakugou aggressively gives you words of encouragement.
Neither of them are the best with words, but they're trying and that's all that matters.
You and Bakugou walk with Kirishima in-between you because you're both protective of him.
Once Kirishima catches on, he starts insisting that you should walk in the middle instead.
So now whenever you walk together, you and him are constantly switching places to keep it fair.
You and Kirishima wanted to go bowling one time.
Bakugou wasn't too enthusiastic about it, but you insisted on bringing him anyway.
He complained the whole way and pouted in his chair while you and Kiri got everything ready.
You and Kirishima decided to make it a competition, whoever lost had to pay for dinner (even though realistically, Kirishima was going to insist on paying for it regardless of who won).
You didn't include Bakugou in it because he was already pissy, so you figured you should leave him out of it.
With how uninterested he looked, he probably wasn't going to try too hard anyway.
That is until it was his turn, and he rolled a perfect strike.
He walked back to his chairs, "Suck on that, nerds."
After that, Bakugou kept whooping your ass at bowling.
"You didn't even wanna play!"
"So? If I'm doing this, then I'm going all out!"
Kirishima had to stop Bakugou multiple times from using his quirk or destroying the bowling alley.
By the end of the day, Bakugou wins by a landslide.
"Looks like you're both paying for my dinner!"
"You weren't a part of the bet!"
"WHO CARES? I WON, YOU LOST, SO BUY ME DINNER."
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imjustnotok · 4 months
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Just a Hug
I rlly don’t know what I’m doing but anyways this kinda shot ngl….if you don’t like it don’t tell me
these gifs aren’t mine credit to the owners
Kirishima x GN!Reader
Word Count: 800
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School was stressing you out, and training was completely draining you physically and mentally. You didn’t think you were going to be able to get through another day of all of your classmates making comments about if you were okay and how you didn’t look like you slept in days
In all honesty you couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten more than three hours of sleep. The dark bags under your eyes became more noticeable as days passed. You couldn’t help but feel guilty at the sympathizing look your boyfriend gave you as you lied to your friends when they asked about your health
Your sharp toothed boyfriend had tried asking if you were okay or if there was anything he could have done to help. He knew that you didn’t want to ‘burden’ him with your problems, no matter how many times he told you how he wanted you to feel comfortable coming to him if something was wrong
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As the last class of the day ended you rushed out the door and headed straight for your dorm room. Everyone one gave Kirishima a knowing look as the left the classroom soon after. You finally made it into your dorm room, you were grateful that your quirk had allowed you to get a bathroom connected to your bedroom
You didn’t even get a chance to change out of your school clothes before the hot tears started streaming down your face as you went into the bathroom and locked the door. All the built up stress what you have been keeping in this week suddenly came crashing down on you, as you found yourself covering your mouth leaving only choked sobs to escape
Your eyes quickly became read and puffy as you heard the door to your dorm be pushed open while you heard a familiar voice call out for you. Eijiro, Shit. Did he really have to come now?
“U-Uhm just a second E-Eiji.” You tried to control your tone but your own voice betrayed you as it cracked brokenly. The tap to the sink ran for about five minutes as you washed your face yet again. Looking at yourself in the mirror just made you want to cry harder. But your boyfriend was waiting for you for God knows what
The door slowly pushed open as you walked out with your head down. You were met with your boyfriend sitting on the edge of your bed in baggy grey sweatpants and a plain white tight shirt. He smiled genuinely as he patted the spot next to him as you quickly sat down next to him
“So are you ready to stud- Hey wait have you been crying?” Kirishima brought you out of your thoughts. You tried to open your mouth and speak but you were focusing on blinking back tears “I-I’m sorry I need to go to the bathroom a-again.” Your voice broke horribly and Kirishima grabbed your wrist as you went to leave even though you tugged your arm uselessly
Kirishima wasted no time as he wrapped his arms around you ignoring your protest and attempts of pushing him off. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes so your attempts became more desperate as you pleaded for him to let you go, but as you begged you felt his arms wrap around you tighter
You weakly gripped his white shirt as you broke down in tears, a comforting hand rubbed up and down your back making you cry harder. You couldn’t believe you were crying in front of Kirishima that was something you said you would never do, but you had to admit it felt nice to not have to cry by yourself anymore
The calming hand on your back was moved to your head as Kirishima pushed it onto his shoulder while he sat back onto your bed and started swaying side to side gently as if he was trying to put you to sleep
And you were to tired to fight back anymore and he knew that to. Your sobs turned into occasional sniffles until you went completely silent as you calmed down
You were starting to drift in and out of sleep after you were done crying your eyes out and you felt him whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your eyes soon closed right before you heard him starting to speak
“Y/n if you ever feel like this I want you to come to me, okay?” Kirishima started to whisper in your ear you subconsciously nodded as you shifted into a more comfortable position but Kirishima was determined. “Im serious y/n I want you to promise me that if you ever feel sad or something is bothering you come to me.”
…….
“I promise Eiji”
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reveseke · 1 year
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Headbutting bakugo feat. Bakusquad
PT. Headbutting Bakugo feat. Bakusquad. PT end
Mini headcanons about it. I just thought it was a cute idea lol.
Nonbinary!reader in general, second pov you/your & trans ftm friendly.
CW ... Just headbutting mentions, nothing more. | Fluff & affection | hint or reader being shy
DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs
It started as an accidental gesture between the two of you as you grew comfortable with him even if he was sometimes imposing and scary in general. The only explanation you could give people question it was that it was your way of showing something that you couldn't describe deeply or, to your mind, correctly in words.
A language of love and affection one could say. Of course you did start doing it after a year or two of knowing him and his boundaries. Katsuki wasn't a big one for physical touch after all, but the brief and soft bump of a head against his arm or shoulder wasn't much he found annoying.
Although when more and more people questioned you about it, you started to doubt it. Questioning him about it to get reassurance of it being alright.
Growing more comfortable he started eventually doing it back, sometimes even against your head or cheek if you allowed him.
The squad noticed these brief interactions of course, they didn't question it. It was just declared R's way of affection, that's all. Well that was until you started doing it to the whole squad. Albeit being really careful about it and asking if it was alright.
They didn't mind of course. And it slowly started to become a reoccurring thing that they would let you headbutt them whenever you felt like it and do it back to you.
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mackjlee9 · 2 years
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Can I get a 10, 11, 45, and 56 with (Sub) Kirishima?
Y/n coming home from a long day of work or something like that
Thank you for requesting~ ☺
Smut Prompts; 'Beg for it', 'Be a good boy for daddy', 'Do you need your safe word, darling?' & 'I want you so bad.'
Warning; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mention of daddy kink, rimming, pro-hero!kirishima/reader.
Kirishima Eijiro [Boku no Hero Academia]
Please, enjoy the event~
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(M/n) came back home tired and stressed, and what better way to get rid of all of that than with his adorably hot boyfriend who went to the door and greet him when he came back, a bright smile of sharp teeth showing.
Well, now his smile was gone, laying on the bed, his body trembling and his face flushed, his abdomen covered with his cum. (M/n) observed his state, Eijiro's cock twitching, and his hole throbbing, clenching around his fingers. Seeing Eijiro's weak body under him made (M/n) smirk, "Beg for it," he muttered, observing how Eijiro opened his mouth to say something, but he started moving his fingers inside him, stimulating his prostate.
(M/n) watched as Eijiro stuttered his quiet words, "Pl-please... I'm g-gonna cu-" before he could finish his sentence, his now thinner and clearer cum leaking down his twitching, sensitive cock onto his abdomen.
Eijiro's breath was ragged and short, his body squirming on the bed. He thought it was over, at least for the night, but (M/n) pulled his fingers out and reached his hands to grip Eijiro's hips, raising his lower body off the bed. Both of his legs were now placed on (M/n)'s shoulders, making him flinch at the sudden feel of half of his body being lifted.
Tilting his head down, (M/n) started tongue-fucking Eijiro.
The red-haired male whined, his eyes opening wide due to embarrassment, his hands shaking as he reached to grip (M/n)'s hair, whining as he tried to push him away.
"St-stop..." He mumbled, moving around on the bed to try and move away," Wait, don't...y-you can't d-do th-that..." (M/n) reached up to hold Eijiro's hands, intertwining their fingers and pinning his hands to the bed.
"Be a good boy for daddy," Eijiro whimpered, tightening his grip and wrapping his legs around (M/n)'s head, his back arching off the bed.
Eijiro kept babbling out (M/n)'s name, shivers going down his spine. Seeing the state Eijiro was in, (M/n) stopped and let his body rest on the bed, of course, he wasn't done just yet, his throbbing cock demanding some kind of stimulation.
He released his hold on Eijiro's hand and gripped his thick thighs, holding his legs spread apart as he slowly started pushing his cock inside him. (M/n) watched as Eijiro came again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Moving his hips in rapid, deep thrusts, (M/n) heard how Eijiro tried to for a few sentences, but they were never finished, the only things he could understand were 'Stop' and 'Can't anymore'. However, he didn't stop, and it wasn't because he only cared about finally cumming, but because he never, not even once, heard Eijiro's safeword, or something that sounded close to it.
So slowly his thrusts, (M/n) stared at the male underneath him, leaning closer until their lips graced, "Do you need your safe word, darling?" He asked in a low voice, feeling his cock throbbing inside Eijiro as he stayed still, feeling the wet and tight walls twitching around his cock.
Eijiro only stared at (M/n) and he whispered, holding onto his arms with a tight grip, shaking his head in response, "I want you so bad," he managed to whisper before moaning out loud as (M/n)'s thrust resumed, hitting his prostate harder than before, his body quivering at the mind-numbing pleasure that surged through his whole being.
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(I wanted to end the event with something better than this but my brain power got completely drained after all I've written)
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jellyfishandry · 2 months
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Kirishima + m!reader
Content: male reader, some mentions of homophobia, Bakugo, possibly ooc, Kirishima has two moms because I said so, (I'm not a gay man so things may be inaccurate!!)
A/N: This is a present for my favorite person in the world, @poly-yooperlite
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For him it was very much a “I don’t want to ruin our friendship…” situation. But when you’re all in the changing rooms, he sometimes catches himself looking over at you. Then he scolds himself because it’s very “unmanly” of him. He really can’t help it though. He finds you very attractive. He talks about you to his moms and his friends a lot. Mina and Denki tease him, but Bakugo just wants him to shut up and confess. He’s very tired of seeing you two pine after each other. He has expressed doubt to them that you are even into guys. But Bakugo aggressively told him that it was pretty obvious you liked him back. When he does confess, he wants to make sure he does it the “manly” way. So he buys you flowers. Red roses to be exact. He’s got a rough idea in his head of what he’s going to say and do, but the moment he sees your face, that plan goes out the window. You’re so handsome he can’t help it. But he ends up giving you the flowers and expressing his feelings.  If you were to reject him, he would be very understanding about it, but of course, sad.  But you end up accepting his confession, and telling him how you feel.  He’s overjoyed, because he no longer has to hide his true feelings. He wants to give you a really big hug, but he asks first because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Your comfort is very important to him, and he doesn’t want to overstep your boundaries.  He asks for consent whenever he wants to touch you, especially early in your relationship.  Even if you tell him that he doesn’t have to ask, he’ll still make his intentions very clear, and if you don’t want to be touched at that moment, he’s very understanding of that. And especially when it comes to PDA. He’s well aware that not everyone is accepting of gay relationships. Personally he likes holding your hand any time, and he doesn’t care what other people think.  But he will not hesitate to call someone “unmanly” if they make a homophobic comment.  If your family is unsupportive, he will try to act as your exclusively platonic best friend, but he’s not the best actor… Especially considering he wants to be by your side 24/7. He might end up politely arguing with your family if they make a distasteful comment. If you’re out, that is. But if your family is supportive, he will be very chatty and enthusiastic when meeting them. Very much a “I’ll have your son home by eight!” situation.  He’s very polite, but also a bit nervous. He wants to make a good impression on your family.  But your family ends up loving him.  Very glad their son has found such a kind and supportive boyfriend. And his moms love you. They were very excited to finally meet you because of how much Kirishima talks about you. He gets very embarrassed when they tell you that- After first meeting them, they’re constantly wanting to know when you can come over for dinner. They’re very glad that Kirishima has found someone he truly loves.
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beautifulsenpai · 11 months
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𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 - 𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢
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𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 - 𝘮𝘩𝘢 (𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢)
𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 - 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸
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𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴..
𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
“ 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝘺/𝘯.. "
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ava3vav · 6 months
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You did great, my love (Pt. 6)
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The bakusquad and RG when Kirishima finally asks (Y/N) out. I changed Magayo’s first name to Rayuko so that people don’t associate/confuse him with Bakugo.
TW: Bandits, Parent death, War-ish themes
You were working, with an extra pep in your step. Ever since Kirishima asked you out, you have had that moment in your head constantly throughout each day. It was not just while you were working, it showed while you were out shopping, exercising, and the few visits from Chiyo.
The only bad thing was that you wished you could’ve told your parents of this. They accepted who you were, and were by your side the whole time they were alive. You remember how they would make you laugh and smile at any time, and always manage to teach you something at any given moment. They always knew you would find someone, but they never got to see you with a romance. They were one of the many that were killed by the L.O.V. bandits.
The bandits were infamous for being sneaky and skilled in the art of warfare. Despite being so secluded, they were experts in attacking, mostly by surprise. It is known that they came to be when the first settlers had a feud over their quirks, as they were relatively new back then. Though it was long in the past, their threat to overturn the world was still a possibility. The most recent string of attacks on Mustafa was making it more clear that they had plans on attacking soon. A big reason why the army was training in different situations, so that they could prepare for the future.
You would be lying if he said that he wasn’t paranoid. You didn’t spend all the time obsessing over the possibilities; but the thought lingered from month to month. However, You were far from worried today. There were a few days left before the date, so you decided to visit your parents’ grave to tell them the good news.
“Hey mom? Dad? I, uhhh, got asked out.” Their tombs didn’t move, not like you expected them to.  You continued speaking to them. “His name is Kirishima, Eijiro Kirishima. He’s in the army, so I know that would make you two happy.” The two stones remained still. “My life has been turning up, I’ve dated before, but I feel something stronger with him. You two were right, life has its ups and downs, it’s up to me to decide if I’ll let some of them happen. Or how much I’ll let them affect me.” The graves didn’t move, ever paying attention to you. “I'm going back to our place now, it was nice talking again. I love you two, goodbye.”
You went to the cafe, not feeling anything in particular. You walked back home, feeling your parents' presence along with you.
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confusedblakex · 11 months
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Soulmate AU Series: Eijiro Kirishima
Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima X Reader (GN)
Summary: The day you get your soulmark, except you didn't find your soulmate the way you expected
Wordcount: ~820
Warnings: None
Requested by: No one
Inspired by: This post by @dashielldeveron and this post by @haitani-trash
Notes: Just trying to finish off all my fic series before I start anything new
Last edited: 16th May 2023
Prologue
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You woke up an hour before your alarm, giddy with excitement. Your phone was buzzing with texts and ‘happy birthday’ messages, and there was a buzz of happiness in the air.
You threw the covers off yourself and immediately stood yourself in front of your mirror. Staring at your reflection, you looked yourself over.
There was a small, printed mark on the inside of your right wrist.
34.929529, 138.377314
So what did that mean? With a sigh, you brushed it off and continued with your morning.
As you arrived at school, hoping that someone would recognise what it meant or be able to decipher it. You were early, but people wished you a happy birthday as they entered the classroom. Ashido was the first to ask about your soulmark, closely followed by your friends Jiro and Tokoyami.
You showed them the mark, pulling up your sleeve to show them your wrist.
“Some sort of code, perhaps?” Tokoyami suggested, but you stopped when you noticed something about your soulmark.
“Wait, the numbers have changed,” You said, noticing that the combination was entirely different now. This gained confused looks from your friends.
Mina grabbed your arm and dragged you across the classroom, asking various random people what they thought it meant.
“Oh! It’s some numbers!”
“Fuck off”
“Dates or times perhaps,”
“Coordinates.”
“Phone numbers?”
Hold on. Mina dragged you back to Todoroki who, with little to no emotion, simply stated once again that.
“It’s coordinates.”
“Of course! Coordinates in latitude and longitude, does anyone have a GPS?” Midoriya yelled excitedly.
To his question, Tokoyami pulled out his phone and Jiro pulled a laptop out of her school bag.
Midoriya held a compass, and Jiro poured over the laptop while Tokoyami read out the numbers on your wrist. Mina was being moral support.
The collective breath was held as the search loaded. And the screen zoomed into UA.
Mina cheered, but everyone else – including yourself – all sighed. This was good, yes, but if the coordinates change when your soulmate moves, all that means is that they are one of the many many students at UA currently.
“The coordinates are only enough for a general location, not specific rooms in the school…” Midoriya said, getting lost in his own thoughts and quiet mumbling.
“Your best bet is to wait until lunch,” Tokoyami suggested, with Jiro quickly understanding.
“Yeah, that way if the coordinates change you know that they’re someone who’s up and moving.”
So classes continued as normal, and though a little underwhelming, it was nice. Lunch always seemed to come quickly and you felt a little better sitting down with your friends, though for some reason Mina had insisted on staying near you all day.
“Can’t miss some good romance drama!” She said when you asked why.
Therefore, she had abandoned her usual friends at their lunch table. But before you could think too much about it - or even start eating - the numbers on your wrist changed.
One number changed. Then two, and then the first number again, and then once more-
“Oi Mina!”
“Where’ve you been?”
The self-proclaimed ‘Bakusquad’ - the friends that Mina had abandoned to see the ‘romance drama’.
Bakugo, Sero and Denki all walked over to the table and Mina waved at them enthusiastically. Trailing behind them was Kirishima.
The numbers on your wrist had stopped changing, so you looked up to see what the Bakusquad were doing, only to look up directly at Kirishima.
His eyes widened and he froze in seemingly amazement or disbelief. Your eyes lingered on him, and for some reason you couldn’t look away. But it made sense - neither could he.
“Kirishima?” You asked loud enough for him to hear. He was still a good few paces away from you.
Not daring to look away, he just smiled. A blinding smile, the most beautiful, brilliant smile. To the confusion of everyone there, you stood to meet him halfway and giggled a little when he stumbled over his feet in excitement.
He didn’t slow down, though, when you reached each other and instead scooped you up into a hug. A gentle, loving hug.
So it was him. Kirishima is your soulmate.
You definitely weren’t disappointed, and Mina seemed to catch on as she squealed like a small child.
“It’s you, it was you all along,” He said quietly, still beaming.
"You're so... gorgeous..." He whispered, his eyes only on you, seemingly absorbed in all the colour he could now see.
“Hey, at least take me out for coffee first,” You joked and Kirishima flushed bright red as Denki laughed.
“Ah! Of course,” He said, finally stepping back from the embrace, “But I’m glad it’s you, (y/n).”
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Bonus:
“Seeeeeee, I told you~” Mina sang as she danced around Kirishima.
“Told me what?”
“That you’d have a great love life one day,” She said, sighing to herself, “Ugh, now I need an entire manga series of your romance together! You and (y/n) are so cuuute!”
“Minaaaaa-” Kiri grumbled, bright red.
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enbyenvy666 · 1 month
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personal pornstar part 2/? - cis!ver
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After your first date with the Pro Hero pair, they invite you to their home, where things get a little spicy and not just from the food.
established!kiribaku x masc!reader part 1 | trans!ver word count - 2.6k
CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, eating food, sex work, reader has nipple piercings lol, anal sex, kirishima doesn't have sex but he's there lmao, swearing, slight size kink themes, possessiveness from bakugo, murder mentioned (characters watch a horror movie), no beta we die like men
The giddiness from the date didn’t wear off for days, making work a little more tolerable. But the threat of impending bills had you eager to set up another meeting with the heroes. And they seemed to reciprocate that feeling. 
Kirishima would text you daily, having conversations with you that lasted all day, with some input from Bakugo when he felt like chiming in. Sometimes he would send you a selfie of the two of them, Kirishima with his signature bright smile and Bakugo with a scowl. Getting to know both of them made meeting up with them a little less intimidating, so when they invited you out for dinner again, you felt less nervous than last time.
This time dinner would be at their place, which was a nice, two-story home in the suburbs away from the bustling city you were used to listening to at night. Standing at their front door, you took a shaking breath before pressing the doorbell button. You could hear it softly chiming inside the home before the door swung open, revealing Bakugo who scowled when he saw you.
“Don’t you have any other clothes?” He barked. You had worn the same button-up and slacks again because, well, they were your only nice clothes. He dragged you inside and gestured to a pair of slippers by the door. He marched past you to the thin grey wood table near the coat rack which had a bowl for their keys and other little knickknacks. He grabbed the pristine leather wallet that sat upon it and pulled out some more dollar bills, stuffing them into your hands.
“Here, get yourself something else to wear.”
“I can’t-“ you argued, trying to give him back the money. He shook his head and tried to practically shove it into your pocket. You reached into your other pocket to pull out your wallet which had the change from the taxi money from the last time you saw them.
“I still have this.”
Bakugo took the money he was trying to give you and put it in your wallet before putting it back in your pocket. It was slight but you still noticed the way his hand slid a little further back as if to reach around your thigh to your rear.
“The whole point of this ‘service’ is that we pay you for being with us,” he grumbled as he took your hand, leading you through his home and into the kitchen. The smell of herbs and spices filled the air, making your stomach rumbled and mouth water. Kirishima was standing by the stove, idly stirring whatever was in the frypan so it wouldn’t burn. The redhead smiled when he saw you, quickly moving out of the way as Bakugo stomped to the stove, grumbling about his husband ‘doing it wrong’.
Kirishima retrieved some glasses and a bottle of wine before exiting the cooking area, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he passed, walking over to the nearby dining room table. He popped the cork off the wine bottle, making you jump at the sound. He chuckled and apologised as he poured the wine into the glasses. He placed a glass in front of a chair and gestured for you to sit. You quickly complied, taking a sip from the glass. He sat down at the head on the table beside you and once again held your hand on your table, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.
He made some small talk, asking how the trip over was and how you had been since you last saw him. You asked him about his work and what being a hero was like, but when you could see the tiredness in his eyes while he answered, you couldn’t help the guilty feeling bubbling up. Just as you felt like the conversation was dying, Bakugo marched over and (somewhat aggressively) placed down three plates of food on the table.
“Hope you like spice,” he smirked, sitting down across from you. Just the scent of spice from your plate was making your throat burn. You could handle spice but this… this seemed extreme. The first bite was bearable, the next a little less so, the third had you sweating. The wine didn’t help to cool your mouth, and eventually, you had to admit you needed some water.
“Aw, can’t handle it?” Bakugo teased but still stood from the table to retrieve a drink for you. He came back with a glass of milk, which you thankfully gulped down. Kirishima’s ruby eyes were trained on your lips and the white, creamy liquid. He cleared his throat, averting his gaze as his cheeks grew pink.
“It took me a while to get used to his cooking,” he chuckled, trying to distract himself. Thanks to several glasses of water and milk, you managed to get through the meal. It was very tasty, you couldn’t deny that, but the heat that came with it was almost unbearable. You attempted to help clean up, but the two heroes wouldn’t let you lift a finger. Even when you argued you were here to provide a service for them, they would just chuckle and tell you to sit down.
After the dishes were cleaned, Kirishima took you by the hand and led you to their lounge room, guiding you to sit on the couch. A movie had already been queued up, some kind of horror movie from the 80s, possibly indie as you didn’t recognise the title. With a hero sat either side of you, the movie began, the soft light from a floor lamp in the corner casting a soft, warm glow through the room.
The movie had a bit of a slower pace, and soon you found Bakugo’s muscular arm around your shoulders, and Kirishima’s large hand on your thigh just above your knee. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, the same smell of cologne intoxicating your senses,
“Y’know, Kats tried this same trick on me when we started dating. Played a scary movie so I would get scared and he would protect me.”
“But you’re a lot braver than I expected,” Bakugo smirked, playing with the baby hairs at the back of your neck, goosebumps rising across your arms. As the movie progressed, it came to the classic sex scene while the masked killer stalked the young couple. The scene was more sensual than what you expected, with lingering shots of beads of sweat running across the mounds and valleys of lean, tan bodies. Sexy music accompanied moans and whimpers, hands groping thighs and breasts.
You had to adjust the collar of your shirt, your whole body growing warm as you watched the scene unfold. A shot of the woman’s face twisted in bliss had you glancing away. To the shelves around the TV, and some of the arty paintings on the wall, until you spotted Bakugo beside you, particularly the rise in his pants between his legs. It appeared that the scene was affecting him too, and maybe the wine made those feelings stronger. Seeing how much enjoyment he was getting from the movie reminded you of why you were here in the first place.
Your palm slid over his thigh, fingertips brushing against the hardness of his crotch. His head snapped down, searching for the source of the soft feeling. Finding you were the source of the gentle touches, he smirked, his arm falling from your shoulders to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. Your gaze flickered between your hand and his face, watching for any reactions that told you to stop. Every time you would palm his cock harder, his eyes would flutter close, and you could just hear the sighs he let out over the increasingly tense music from the movie.
His head lolled back onto the backrest of the couch with a hum, his fingers occasionally twitching against your side. After twisting around to face him, you started to unzip his pants. But he could feel how your hand shook and hesitated, lifting his head to meet your uncertain eyes.
“You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.”
“This is what I’m here for, isn’t it?” With his pants unzipped, you wrapped your hand around his cock, the fabric of his underwear still in the way. He cursed under his breath, thighs tensing. He reached over to cup your cheek, pulling you even closer against him so your chest met his.
“Fuck you’re cute,” he muttered before finally kissing you. His lips were softer than you expected, and you could still taste the spice from dinner on his tongue. His cock became impossibly harder in your hand, his underwear growing darker over his tip as you stroked him. He reached down, his hand roughly groping your ass, hand perfectly fitting the fatty globe. You gasped into his lips, drawing out a chuckle from Kirishima.
“Don’t play too rough Kats,” he warned light-heartedly, his larger hand stroking your back as if trying to soothe you. Bakugo parted his lips from you, and stared at you with hooded eyes, waiting for a response.
“I don’t mind,” you whispered, receiving a toothy smirk from him. With a rough push, he had you on your back on your couch, your head on Kirishima’s lap. Bakugo started to unbutton his shirt, and you quickly did the same, albeit with shaking hands. The cooler air made goosebumps rise on your now bare torso. Bakugo’s crimson eyes stared down at your chest, his tongue running over his lip.
“That’s fuckin’ hot.” He reached down, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your nipple before gently playing with the metal balls at either end of the bar piercing the bud. Little sparks of pleasure shot through your veins from the touches, biting your lips to silence your mewls. 
With your legs around his hips, Bakugo helped you remove your pants and underwear, pushing his own down enough to reveal his cock to your prying eyes. Feeling it was one thing, but seeing it was another, and it looked way bigger than you were expecting. Long, with veins running along the sides, pearls of precum glinting in the light of the TV.
Stroking your cock in his soft hand forced gasps and whimpers out of you, gripping the couch cushion in one hand and Kirishima’s knee in the other to ground yourself. Your toes curled as he stroked you, precum slowly pearling at your tip.
“You like that baby?” He teased, smearing your precum with his thumb as it circled your reddening tip. You could feel Kirishima shifting, and the sound of a draw opening, but you were in too much bliss to care.
“Mhm,” you moaned, lip pinned between your teeth as your back arched. Over your head, Kirishima handed Bakugo a small bottle, which you correctly assumed to be lube. The whine that left your lips when he let go of your cock was needy and desperate. Watching him with hooded eyes, he squirted some of the lube onto his hand and wrapped it around your hard cock.
You couldn’t stop the flurry of moans he pulled out of you with each slick stroke of your cock, scooping up some of the clear liquid that dripped down to your sack in his other hand. Two fingers circled your hole, slowly making the muscle relax until he was able to push the digits inside. Your gasp was like music to his ears, scissoring his fingers inside you to stretch you enough to fit his cock. Kirishima laid his hand on your cheek, thumb soothingly rubbing over the warm skin to keep soothe you through the bliss Bakugo was giving you. 
With the lube still coating his palm, he let go of your cock (much to your disappointment) to stroke his own, coating it in lube. After fitting a third finger inside you, he removed them as well, lining up his tip to your entrance. But he hesitated, one hand holding your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Even with his pupils blown wide with lust, there was a seriousness in his eyes, like he was ready to stop at a moment's notice.
“Yes,” you whispered while nodding. With your consent, he slowly thrust himself inside you. Feeling his head pop inside of you made you flinch, he was a lot bigger than you were used to. He stretched you to fit him perfectly, slowly pulling his hips away before thrusting back in quickly. It hurt, a slight soreness accompanying each thrust but it was quickly overtaken by pleasure that made your body tingle.
“Bakugo~” you whimpered when he gripped the underside of your thighs, pushing them further apart so he could thrust his cock deeper inside.
“Katsuki,” he corrected, thrusting faster and harder till your eyes were rolling back.
“Call me Katsuki or I’ll fuck you till you forget your name.”
“Katsuki,” you moaned, even though his threat sounded intriguing. Kirishima continued to gently stroke your face and play with your hair, softly cooing down at you while his husband fucked you like he couldn’t resist. Even as your fingernails dug into his leg, he still touched you calmly. Katsuki was balls deep inside you with every thrust, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and thighs echoing through the room, drowning out the screams of the people being murdered in the movie.
He moaned unabashedly, your back arching as you felt a coil start to tighten in your stomach, your hole tightening around his cock at the same time.
“Gonna cum pretty boy?”
With hearts in your eyes, you nodded quickly, unlatching your death grip on the couch cushion to stroke your dick, bringing you that much closer to bliss. Katsuki’s brow was knitted as his thrusts grew erratic, hips barely falling into a rhythm as he chased his high. Tighter and tighter, the coil finally snapped, making you call his name in pleasure, white ropes of cum coating your stomach and chest in streaks. The way your hole clamped down around him brought him to his orgasm, painting your insides white. His shallow thrusts pushed his seed deeper inside you as if to claim you as his.
Curses flew from his gritted teeth, hips finally stilling, balls deep inside you. Releasing the grip on your thighs, he steadied himself on the couch as he panted, leaning down to press a passion-fueled kiss to your lips. Kirishima’s hand finally left your face, instead gently pushing Katsuki’s hair back from his damp forehead. The blonde sat back up, sitting on his shins as he gripped your hip to keep you still. With gently coaxing, Kirishima got you to let go of his leg so he could stand up, lifting your head off his lap. Your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath, Katsuki already breathing normally. Damn, that pro-hero stamina.
Kirishima returned, and upon seeing him, Katsuki slowly pulled his softening cock out of your stuffed hole, dragging a whimper from you with it. Kirishima handed a wet cloth to Katsuki, which he used to clean himself with. A second cloth was swiped over your torso, the coldness making you gasp and flinch.
“Sorry sweetheart,” Kirishima said with a pouty smile, quickly but gently cleaning you.
“Cold,” you whimpered, mind still in a haze. He chuckled, removing the rag once he was done. Katsuki stood from the couch, pulling up his pants and underwear, retrieving your tossed-aside clothes. Sitting up, you started buttoning your shirt as you were handed your underwear and pants. The movie had ended long ago, left on the title screen as it had been forgotten. Pulling your pants up and finding your phone still in your pocket, you pulled it out and checked the time. Shit, it was late. With hurried goodbyes, you left their warm, comforting home to go back to your dingy apartment. ------
a/n - first smut ahhhhh, please tell me if there's any ways i can improve! also the fic name is a bludnymph song, hopefully i'll figure out how to link it eventually lol
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maycat-19-142 · 4 months
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Kirishima headcannon
A/n: hope you enjoy
⚠️: gender neutral reader, hugs
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He loves cuddles and the moment to get back from a study group with the girls and iida he pulled you in a hug. "You ok love" he asked "tired" you said as you squeeze him lightly. "That is ok" he said in a loving tone soon he realized you had fallen asleep.
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Have a good day and night 🌙
Pixie out 🧚‍♀️
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itadore-you · 1 year
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my lover, my lover
pairing: kirishima eijirou x gn!reader. you know that numb feeling you get when you're down, or that inner turmoil that consumes you whole? maybe this will serve as a reminder that eijiro would be by your side through it all. he understands exactly what its like.
w/c: 0.5k (small comfort drabble for valentine's! <3)
a/n: deadass i title everything based off of songs. my lover by not3s and mabel came into my head as I edited this. yes this is in first person, hopefully you guys will like how this came out!
ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎
The lazy hours of the day kick in as I'm lying in Kirishima's arms. It's comfortable like this - loosely wrapped up in a shared blanket, and the warmth of his body next to mine. In the background, the blurred audio of the TV plays. If I'm honest, I stopped listening to it a while ago. Was it playing some music performance, or perhaps the news? Either way, my thoughts jump between their own dangerous spirals and the presence of my boyfriend next to me.
My heart doesn't know whether to pick up or slow its pace when I'm with him. It's been years of us together, but his face never ceases to make me smile. Now I'm lying in his arms, and it's been a day where I don't know if I can find that energy to smile again - but he gives me hope.
He presses a small kiss on my temple. Gentle as always. I relax a little more in his arms, and shift my legs so they entangle with his on the sofa we lie on. He holds me close to his chest; we are heart to heart, see eye to eye from the windows of our pupils until I nestle my head into his chest. Hearing his heartbeat.
The kiss of his pillowy muscles against my cheek. One of his hands holding the back of my head, the other firmly on my waist. Usually, he likes to massage the area with imaginary love notes, perhaps drafting an 'I love you' or simply his initials into my skin. His fingers are rough from his quirk, sometimes still slightly hardened from being overused. When that happens, I like to hold his hands even more and I rub his fingertips softly with my own so he doesn't cut himself by accident. My quirk is somewhat contrasting to his anyway, so I don't get affected by the ridges of the jagged skin. Kirishima is known to be unbreakable, but no one truly knows how I can melt Eiji with my presence. Today is different though - no laughs, no light-hearted smiles whilst I inspect his hands and ask about his day - Eijiro saw me, and understood immediately. Climbing in next to me, embracing me instantaneously. I love how he always knows what to do.
The sturdy hero is my rock. Even though I dangle over a metaphysical cliff's edge, his strong grip suspends me over the threatening abyss below. Eventually, I'm saved as he pulls me upwards. That's the dramatic way to visualize how I am when I get like this, but it feels so real. My biggest fear is that one day I will fall, and I'll take him with me. He already has his own load to bear, but Kirishima tends to hide it behind a reassuring smile, and tells me that "he's a hero too, so that means he has to save others, right?"
But who would save him? Kirishima tells me not to worry about it for now. He hums a low melody that rumbles from deep within his chest, trying to distract me from my own thoughts.
It helps.
His arms feel so strong around me. He rocks me gently as I close my eyes, lulled to sleep in the safety of him, guarded. Eijiro patches each stretching wound of my heart with his time and love - laying here with him is infinite.
(>’o’)> ♥ <(‘o'<) ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎
(*・∀・)つ─━━ε・`○) <--------- me giving you all a pocky stick for valentine's so we can make out
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